"You look exactly the same, but you're dressed differently."
"Isn't that so?" Song Chengyou quickly added. "Your Majesty, I think we should arrest him and bring him to justice!"
"Please let me go," the prime minister begged.
"I think the prime minister is quite pitiful. Your Majesty, why don't you let him go?"
Song Chengyou sighed, his eyes filled with sympathy.
"Some things can't be forgiven so easily. You'd better surrender!"
Sikong Wuyuan snorted coldly, thinking that Song Chengyou was too kind.
"You are not the real prime minister. Who are you?"
Jiang Ming raised his hand to release his spiritual energy, which immediately tore off the prime minister's face.
The prime minister immediately cried out in pain. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He even wanted to grab Jiang Ming's face and stick it onto his own face.
Jiang Ming could see his intention and kicked him out.